Birthmark Poem by Dechen Doma Sherpa

With the first cry came a tear of shame
Before a mother's breast garbage became cradle
Born alive but for those who mattered was a stillborn
What would they say of IT neither son nor a daughter

Son is a blessing, daughter half-hearted welcomed
But a Thing between these two an abhorred creature
Too loathsome to be embraced, too freakish to be called your own
Neither to be auctioned like a cultured cow, nor a stallion

No mamma's boy can he be, or a daddy's girl is she called
No neutral name can It be given, for the surname will cause a scandal
No relatives or cousins will It deserve as gods desired it so
In this world of Mr. and Miss, a baby is born neither His or Her's